"I don't talk to ugly people," Verlin chuckled. "Sonia, you're just a first-year student and you were promoted to Two-winged just a few days ago. In their eyes, you are the weakest. Suppose, I mean just suppose, if they really did eliminate me, then to prevent you from gaining an advantage, they would definitely turn around and target you right away."
"Even before I get eliminated, they might go after you. Because in the Meteor Disaster's rules, only those losers who have defeated other contestants can enter in the resurrection match. Even just to secure their position, they have no reason to let you, the freshest newcomer, off the hook."
"Look at you, not even using a real sword, just holding a wooden one," Verlin said. "I don't know if you're pretending to be weak or if the wooden sword is important, but showing weakness in the arena will make you a trampled victim."
Sonia raised her eyebrows, "Thanks for the heads-up."
